Title: The Gift Of Tears Author: Rising Sun For feedback e-mail me at: jagrslc@yahoo.com For updates on my new FF join: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jagrslc The FF is archived at: http://www.geocities.com/jagrslc Join the Fan Fiction Challenge at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ffchallange/ Warning - Character death Rated: PG-13 Summary: Mac must deal with a life without Harm while Harm must deal with life. Can either cope? Spoiler: Yeah Baby, To Russia With Love, The Imposter, Boomerang Pt.2, Life Line, JAGathon, Answered Prayers, Capitol Crime, Port Chicago, In Country, Goodbyes, Washington Holiday, The Game of Go, Embassy. WOW! Now there’s a mouth full! Disclaimer: NONE of these characters are mine! No copyright infringement intended. All other characters depicted are purely fictional and any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental. Author’s Notes: Mac’s assignment taken from the Associated Press article of Mach 18, 2002 “China Bars U.S. Ship From Hong Kong” Richard Kurtis is a prolific investigative reporter and documentalist. Feedback: Send it. Permission to archive: Permission granted. Story written July 2002 JUNE 2002 2347 LOCAL SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS “Here’s another one!!” A man shouted in Farsi to anyone who could hear. “Praise be to Allah.” A woman replied. A group of people made their way through the rubble. As the woman approached the spot she marveled. “Ahmed, does he live?” “If it is the will of Allah.” Ahmed replied as he joined the chain of hands that began to move the rubble. “Many have died in this earthquake and many more may die, Sophia. As for this one?” he left the thought hanging. There was a gasp. “Tell me!” Sophia demanded. “He is an infidel!” Someone announced. “And that is reason enough to stop?” She asked, “Has Mohamed taught you nothing? Show mercy to the man, besides being Anglo does not automatically make him an infidel. Many have seen the way and converted.” The rescue continued. =================================== TWO DAYS LATER 1300 LOCAL MAC’s OFFICE Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie was in consultation with a client when the Judge Advocate General AJ Chedwiggen tapped on her door. Something was up. Usually she was summoned to his office; he didn’t often come in search of her and when he did – it did not broker well. She joined him just outside her office door. AJ braced himself by folding his arms. “As you know Commander Rabb was on a mission with Clayton Webb in Afghanistan. Two days ago the Commander went MIA.” Mac just stared at her Commanding Officer she could NOT be hearing this right. He continued. “There has been an extensive search of his last known position but so far there is no sign of him. As I have news I’ll keep you posted.” “Aye sir.” She replied. “Has his mother been told?” “I fly out in one hour. Sturgis will act as JAG in my absence.” “Fly sir?” “In light of the history of the Rabb family I believe the man’s mother deserves a visit and not a phone call.” AJ explained. “You ok?” “Yes sir.” She assured him. “Mmm … dismissed.” A numb Sarah Mackenzie returned to her client. =================================== BURNETTE RESINDENCE LA JOLLA, CLAIFORNIA Trish Burnette opened the door and stared at the two star Admiral standing on the step and her heart sank. “Yes?” She managed. “Mrs. Burnette?” The man asked. “Yes?” She repeated. “I’m AJ Chedwiggen… the Judge Advocate…” “Oh yes!” She lit up. “Harm’s CO. Please come in.” she stepped aside and he walked past her. She closed the door and studied his face. Something was wrong and she said so. The sense of déjà vu was so strong that for a moment she didn’t hear a word AJ said all she heard was the voice of the Lieutenant who had stated the same words in 1969 when another Harmon Rabb had gone MIA. How much was a woman supposed to bear! “Mrs. Burnette?” AJ called. He was concerned she seemed to have zoned out on him. “Mrs. Burnette?” “How much is a woman supposed to bear Admiral?” She snapped. “I’m sorry.” She was instantly contrite. “I’m sorry that was uncalled for.” “Understandable ma’am.” He took it in stride he hated this part of military life. “If there is anything that I can do.” She nodded. “I’ll be sure to call on you. Thank you. Thank you for coming to tell me.” It was his turn to nod. He took a step to leave. At the door he placed his cover on and said to her. “We’ll find him ma’am I have to believe that.” “Thank you.” She closed the door as he walked away. Yep he hated this part of military life. =================================== ONE WEEK LATER SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS Ahmed approached the tent that now acted as a hospital for the victims of the earthquake. He spotted Sophia and approached her. “How is he?” She didn’t have to ask of whom he spoke. “Alive by the will of Allah.” “Has he spoken?” “All he will say is Mac. He has many injuries but they will heal.” She replied. “As to whether his heart and soul will do the same…” “Mac? What is a Mac?” She shrugged she had no idea. “All in the hands of Allah.” He said. “All in the hands of Allah.” She echoed. =================================== ONE WEEK LATER 1013 LOCAL MAC’S OFFICE “WHAT!” Mac snapped. “Hey save it for the lynching of Singer.” Sturgis held up his hands in surrender. She signed. “Sorry. Come in it’s safe I promise.” “Problems?” “Had a rough night. Weird dream.” “Scary weird or naked-in-front-of-the-Marine- Corps-Band-weird?” He teased. She chuckled “Commander, I learn something new about you every day.” “Don’t try to change the subject.” He admonished. She sobered up. “How is it I can find Chloe and Commander Akins but not the man I … Harm!” He smiled she had been about to confess her feelings again. “Your gift is not a science Mac. It works when it works.” She stood and moved to close her door. “It’s been a week! A week and they can’t find him. The longer it takes to find him the slimmer the chances of actually discovering him.” She flopped into the chair next to him. “I can’t stand it Sturgis. If he never…” “Stop!” He rebuked her. “Don’t go there. I’m not ready to go there myself.” He softened. “I know it’s hard on you more than anyone else here. Did you EVER tell him how you felt?’ She shook her head. “Never?” His heart sank. “Never.” She whispered. “Oh Mac.” He sighed. “I know. I know.” =================================== 2003 – FIRST ANNIVERSARY CHURCH OF FATIMA LO JALLA, CALIFORNIA One thought echoed through Trish Burnette’s mind “How much is a woman supposed to bear!” She kneeled and prayed. “How much is a woman supposed to bear oh GOD! You have taken my son and my both husbands.” A tear trickled down her cheek. Normally she was a woman in control of herself and her world... but this heartache was too much to bear. A Priest approached her. “Ma’am are you all right?” She looked up and sniffed. “I search Father.” He joined her on the pew. “We all search … what do you search for sister?” “Peace of soul.” She replied. “I have out lived two husbands and my son a military man is MIA and for all I know dead too.” “That is much you carry.” He sympathized. “I feel the cross is too much to bear.” “We are never given more than we can bear. At times it feels like we will break under the weight but with God’s help we somehow manage. I can only assume that this is why you are here. To seek assistance with the cross you now carry.” “I don’t know why I’m here.” She confessed. “You may not know why you are here but your soul is in need of comfort and knew where to seek it.” He explained. “Pray with me Father?” She begged. “Always.” + + + 1446 LOCAL JAG HQ AJ shook Sturgis’ hand. “Congratulations Captain! The Colonel will do the honours.” “Aye sir.” Mac stepped up. “Gentle Marine.” He whispered as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. She smiled at the quip and kissed him. “Do you Navy guys have only one line?” She whispered back. “OK people.” The JAG called the meeting of his legal staff to order “Now that there’s a new Captain on the block let’s get back to it.” He handed Sturgis a handkerchief so that he could wipe Mac’s lipstick off. “The wet down sir?” Bud prompted. “Thank you for the reminder Lieutenant. Captain?” Sturgis didn’t reply. “Captain?” AJ repeated. Mac poked the Officer in the ribs, “The wet down.” She hissed. “Er… Sorry sir. New rank and all…” he apologized “The wet down at the usual venue – Mc Murphy’s on Friday 1800.” AJ opened his file. “Wish Harm was here to see you.” Mac whispered to Sturgis. AJ heard and thought “Amen to that.” + + + CHRISTMAS EVE VIETNAM MEMORIAL “THE WALL” It was a cold and bitter night “Just right.” Mac thought as she stood before the wall where Harmon Rabb Sr.’s name was engraved. It had been five months since Harm had gone missing and with each day that went by Mac’s world got colder and more bitter. “Till he returns, I’ll be keeping you company. Hope you don’t mind.” She whispered. Despite the numbers of people milling around she felt alone. People like her stood and paid homage to the heroes. She whirled around. Some one was watching her. “Webb!” His name took form as her breath caused steam. He looked grim. She softened a bit towards him. “You look like carp.” She observed. “Feel worse.” He assured her. She just stared at him. He read her expectation and shook his head. “I used to be amused by Rabb’s obsession to find the truth about his father… no more.” Webb’s hollow eyes fixed on Mac. “I’ll not rest till I find him. Walking or in a body bag – don’t matter. I’ll find him.” He turned on his heel and began to walk away. “Webb!” She called out and he stopped. “I was on the last leg of that Rabb crusade. You need me – YOU CALL. That’s an order.” He nodded never bothering to point out that he was not in the military. Mac turned back to the wall. “Merry Christmas to Rabbs everywhere.” + + + SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS Yousif approached his wife Sophia. “It has been five months does he still say nothing?” “Still only Mac.” “Mac?” he echoed. “Mac.” She repeated. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. “What are we to do with him?” “We keep him until Allah shows the way.” “Then in the mean time he must learn Farsi. This one word vocabulary will not work.” He pronounced. “What is this word again?” “Mac.” She reminded her husband. He snorted. “Mac indeed. What is a Mac?” =================================== YEAR NUMBER TWO OCTOBER 25, 2004 - 2233 LOCAL BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL Mac peeped into Harriet’s room. “Ma’am! Come in! What are you doing out so late?” Mac walked in. “Not too late for you?” The younger woman chuckled. “You’d think after giving birth earlier today and the zoo that was just here I’d be pooped but I’m not.” Mac sat. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here earlier…” Harriet cut across her. “Ma’am! You were prompted?!” She had spotted the change of insignia. “Bud didn’t tell you?” Mac was surprised. Harriet snorted. “Getting JAG news out of that particular Lt. Commander is like asking for clearance to National Security.” “Well as a Lt. Commander yourself that should be no problem.” Mac teased. “Seriously though it came through earlier this week.” Mac glanced at the cot with the new Roberts baby. “He’s beautiful.” She breathed. Harriet took a deep breath and launched “We want to call him Harmon.” “Oh God!” Mac’s response was instinctive and heart wrenching. Harriet back peddled. “…but if you think it’s a bad idea…” Mac tried to repair the damage. “No… no… it’s fine and fitting. I’m just still … “ she fumbled for words. Harriet reached for her hand. “I understand.” Mac nodded and stood. “I’d better be going. ‘Night Harriet.” “Nigh ma’am.” + + + 0225 LOCAL MAC’S APARTMENT “I understand.” Webb said as Mac related the conversation with Harriett. He had developed the habit of reporting to Mac in person on his search for their friend. “You don’t.” She snapped. “Yesterday was Harm’s birthday. The baby was born on his birthday!” The combination of two years of an unrequited love gone MIA combined with the birthday and the naming of the baby finally broke Mac’s resolve. The tears flowed. =================================== JUNE 2005 1008 LOCAL ANNIVERSARY NUMBER THREE The tears flowed. She couldn’t help it she was a softie at heart. “Commander?” Admiral Chedwiggen asked as he entered the kitchenette. “Sir?” She snapped to and sniffed. “Problem?” “No sir!” She assured him and sniffed. He gave her a yeah-right look. “Try again Commander.” “It’s just… “ She paused this was so NOT NAVY! “My office.” He turned on his heel with Harriett following. Once in his office he folded his arms and waited. Harriett felt as if she were in the principal’s office. She complied. “I was …” She tried again. “It’s your last day sir and the memories began to flood and well… “ She held up the tissue and sniffed. He softened. “I know.” He said. “You and Rabb have kept me on my toes. Not that the others have been slouches in that department.” [FLASHBACK] Harriett giving birth in the Admiral’s office. AJ: Push Lieutenant … that’s an order! + + + (Mac reaches out and pinches Harm's face) Harm: What's that for? Mac: Want to make sure it was you. One Harmon Rabb in my life is enough. AJ: Amen + + + AJ: Help me out here, Colonel. She's going off the deep end. Mac: You want me to take over, Sir? AJ: I want you to sit second chair. Mac: I'd prefer the electric chair, Sir. [END OF FLASHBACK] He snapped out of his memories and addressed Harriett. “I once told your husband that this was the NAVY and if you stayed put life passed you by, or something to that effect. It’s time I took my own advice. I won’t be far and Captain Turner will make a fine Judge Advocate General.” “I know sir, but I’ll still miss you.” + + + SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS He loved his people but anyone could see he was not native to them, it didn’t matter he was Farsi and that was all Allah had ordained. Still he was drawn to the sky and fascinated by the flight of birds. Today Ossama had climbed the highest peak in the area and having prayed he sat and watched the handiwork of God. Suddenly a vision popped into his head he was in UNIFORM!!! Where in the name of Mohammed had that come from? He was with a black man and a woman… a beautiful woman soldier. She spoke… “Don’t look at me. I wasn’t wrong about anything.” He didn’t like this. Not one bit. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on the vision, but the more he focused the fuzzier the image became. His thoughts were interrupted as a hawk swooped before him and soon emerged with lunch. He smiled, all was right in his world. And Allah would reveal all in time. Blessed be his name. =================================== JUNE 2006 - ANNIVERSARY NUMBER FOUR 0800 LOCAL MAC’S OFFICE - THE PENTAGON “Colonel.” “Morning Sir.” Mac stood and was waived back into her seat by the SECNAV. Without further ado he launched into the reason he had come to her and not summoned her to his office. “Apparently angered over our dealings with Taiwan, China has refused permission for the U.S. warship the USS Curtis Wilbur to make a routine port call in Hong Kong.” Mac muffled her sigh and waited. “Beijing is angered by a the decision to let Taiwan's defense minister, Tang Yiau-ming, attend a private defense convention this month in St. Petersburg, Florida and the Chinese Foreign Ministry summoned Ambassador Clark T. Randt to express its displeasure.” He paused “But apparently decided that actions speak louder than words.” Mac spoke “The Curtis Wilbur, is a guided missile destroyer belonging to the U.S. Seventh Fleet based in Yokosuka, Japan correct sir?” “Correct!” Mac awaited orders. SECNAV continued “Tang's attendance at the three-day conference was sponsored by the private U.S.- Taiwan Business Council and is the most recent result of The President’s push for closer relations with Taiwan.” Still Mac awaited orders. They finally came. “Go out there and make sure we don’t find ourselves in World War Three.” “Aye Sir!” + + + 1008 LOCAL JAG HQ “Tiner!” The JAG greeted the young man. “Sir!” Jason Tiner replied. Sturgis grinned at him. “Like old times right Tiner?” “Yes and no sir.” He panted. “I know.” Sturgis empathized. “Well Lieutenant, welcome BACK to JAG and congratulations on passing the Bar. As soon as Commander Roberts is out of Court I shall pair you with him.” “Aye Sir!” + + + SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS Ossama snapped out of the dream in a cold sweat. It had been almost a year since he had had his last vision. He had convinced himself that it was all a dream and then tonight!!! He was in strange clothes with an older woman. “So! How’s Mac?” she had asked. He in turn had replied. “She’s fine.” “Quite the girl isn’t she?” The woman said “Don’t start mom.” Mom? This was his mother? Again this Mac; so Mac is a woman? He lay back on his mat. Again he sat up abruptly this was not his first dream but it was the first time he had realized that he was not dreaming in Farsi!!! What was this language! He took the position for prayer. It was many hours yet for the first prayer of the day but he needed help and he knew of but one place to get it. So what if he prayed six times today; it is all to the glory of God. =================================== SEPTEMBER 11, 2007 ANNIVERSARY NUMBER FIVE CHURCH OF THE NATIVITY, WASHINGTON DC AJ Chedwiggen roared “Presenting for the first time in public Captain and Mrs. Sturgis Turner!” As Bobbie Latham and Sturgis walked by he tapped her on the rump “Go NAVY!” Mac moved along the line to congratulate the couple. “Congratulations.” She wished her friends. “You and Webb are dating now?” Bobbie teased as Webb placed a kiss on her cheek. “We keep in touch.” Was all he’d admit to. Mac chuckled. “That’s right… married ten minutes and you’re already scoping for the next pair.” “Bobbie leave the woman alone!” Sturgis admonished. Harriett and Bud were next in line. “…but they make such a cute couple.” Harriett joined in. “See!” Bobbie was vindicated. Mac rolled her eyes and grabbed Webb by his arm. “Let’s get out of here before we face REAL danger.” “Only if you’ll marry me. “ He joked. “Anything to get away!” She squealed. + + + SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS Ossama jumped to his feet as Sophia approached the group of men. “YES!” He was eager, his wife had gone into labour that morning and he was excited about staring a family. Then he noticed her demeanor. “WHAT!” He demanded. Sophia hated this, but the only way to say it is to say it. So she did. “Your wife and your son are both dead. There is nothing that we could do... I am sorry.” “Nooooo!” He wailed and sank to his knees as the men of the village crowded around him. =================================== JULY 4, 2008 ANNIVERSARY NUMBER SIX LA JOLLA, CALIFORNIA Sydney Walden did a final check of herself in the mirror. Her husband waited. She turned and grinned at him. His impatience evaporated and AJ Chedwiggen grinned back at her. He sobered up as they walked out of the hotel. “Independence Day.” He observed, “I suppose life doesn’t stop for anything… but Independence Day.” He opened the door for his wife then moved to take his place on the driver’s. “I know.” She said. It was a half an hour drive and when the Chedwiggens arrived the Roberts and Turners were already seated. Mac arrived five minutes later with Webb in tow. Had it been any other place she would have been teased mercilessly on being escorted by Webb. As it were everyone simply nodded in acknowledgement. The Priest stepped to the altar. “We are gathered here today to pay homage to the life of Frank Brunette who after many years in a coma was called home.” + + + SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS A man and a woman soldier were camped. He turned to the female and said in that strange tongue that he understood. “You know if you want, I could call down at the front desk and have them bring a room divider.” She replied, “I thought you'd want your own space.” He grinned “How much more space do I need, Mac?” Ossama was scared. Aneesa had been his rock. For the time he had known her and then for the short time they were married the visions had left him. “ You know, Mac, the temperature is going to continue to drop. So if we don't share body heat, we're risking hypothermia.” She was sarcastic “You make it sound so inviting.” He offered, “You want an invitation?” Now they were back. Was he a soldier? This was not possible! “Why don't you come over here?” He offered “It's a little bit better than sleeping with scorpions.” ”All right.” She agreed. WHO WAS THIS WOMAN! “Allah help me!” He prayed. “Are these the visions of what is to be? Or memories of what has been. Guide me!” =================================== DECEMBER 2009 ANNIVERSARY NUMBER SEVEN 1330 LOCAL – OFFICE OF VICE ADMIRAL CHEDWIGGEN “Trish!” AJ greeted her over the phone. “How are you keeping?” “I’m ok.” She said softly. “I heard you got a third star congratulations.” “Thank you but I doubt that is why you called. All is well?” “I tried calling Mac but she’s out of town.” She explained, “You all have been so good to me I just… “ She choked up. “I just wanted to let you know that it has been seven years and change and I have finally taken the decision to have Harm declared dead.” AJ fought the instinct to talk her out of it. She needed closure. As did Mac he was not as blind as some folks thought. He knew Mac loved Harm and needed closure as much as his mother. So all he said was “I understand and I thank you for calling.” + + + JANUARY 2010 MAC’S APARTMENT Webb sat on the sofa and gaped. “Say again?” “Yes I’ll marry you.” His eyes narrowed. “Why!” She became irritated. “You have been hounding me on the point and now I say yes you ask why?” “You are on the rebound.” He told her. “From?” “Harm!” “Have you not heard? He’s dead!” She snapped. “… And now you say yes.” She changed tactics. “Why do you want to marry me anyway? Aren’t you taking the responsibility of loosing him on that mission too far?” The barb hit home. “That’s not fair!” “May be we should marry just to keep the rest of the population safe.” She stood “Coffee?” =================================== JULY 2010 (YEAR EIGHT) SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS The leaders of the village were gathered. For the first time since maybe the days of Mohammed modern man was walking into their village. An infidel had arrived with all the trappings of his world in search of the legend of the Great Flood. Of course the village was a buzz. The women tightened their robes about them, the children despite warnings followed Richard Kurtis and his camera crew everywhere. They were granted a stay of two days. Hard pressed for time Kurtis focused on his interviews. On day two as the third call to prayer was sounded Kurtis spotted Ossama… + + + TWO DAYS LATER 2316 LOCAL LA JOLLA, CALIFORNIA Trish fumbled for the phone in the dark. She finally found it. “Yes?” + + + “In 2002 the American Government was at war with terrorism. In June of that year the NAVY and CIA collaborated in a secret mission aimed at shortening that war. As sometimes happens the mission was not completed, as the NAVY Commander assigned was lost. It is still not known what happened to him on that mission. That is until today. Two days ago a camera crew working on a story entered one of the remotest parts of Iran a place untouched by time and found the story of the century. There they found Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. MIA presumed dead. The Commander will be flown to America on a priority one flight where the details of this amazing story will undoubted unfold. One of the burning questions being if he was lost in Afghanistan how did he arrive in Iran? This is Stuart Duncan for ZNN.” Every news station on the globe carried the story. =================================== ONE DAY EARLIER SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS Ossama/Harm hugged Sophia and then Yousif there were no words to express his emotional state. He tried. Yousif stopped him. “Go Ossama. It is the will of Allah. You came to us and now you must go.” “Even if it is to find Mac.” Sophia grinned. “Even if it is to find Mac.” Yousif echoed his wife. “Allah be with you my brother.” “Think of us.” Sophia requested. “I will NEVER forget you.” He promised yet still he hesitated. “You do not wish to go?” Sophia probed. “I had planned to go to Mecca.” He explained. “It is time.” Yousif nodded his understanding “Patience brother. It is not time yet. If it were then these men would not have found you. Now it is time for you to reclaim your life. It is the will of Allah. Go. You will see Mecca.” “And when you do bring this Mac to see us.” Sophia suggested suddenly. Ossama’s/Harm’s face lit up. “Yes!” He nodded “Yes!” =================================== HOTEL MIEN STUGGARD GERMANY 1650 LOCAL Four men assembled in a hotel room. Three were friends two were strangers. “Well Admiral - You got here in record time.” Webb said to Sturgis. “Not as fast as you apparently.” He replied Harm stared intently at Sturgis. It was the man in his visions!! If he was real then did that mean Mac was real too?! He had not really given credence to visions though they HAD scared him. Apparently he had been wrong. Sturgis peeped out the window at the press corps camped outside. “It’s a circus out there.” Webb looked at Harm. “How can someone forget their mother tongue?” He said to no one in particular. “It happens.” The translator stated. “Apparently.” Sturgis observed. “It affects memory too.” Sturgis was torn. He hadn’t seen his friend in eight years and finally accepted that he may be dead. Yet there he stood large as life and twice as natural. All cleaned up and shaved he seemed to be the Harmon Rabb that he knew. Eight years older – hell they all were. But there he was. Yet he didn’t know Webb or himself. Sturgis stared at his friend who just stared back blankly. Harm spoke through the translator. “What are the plans?” “You’re the JAG” Webb said to Sturgis. “I admit that JAG is good but I think I am correct when I say that CIA has had more practice in **planning**” he stared innocently at Webb. Webb snorted. “That pack out there will NEVER leave so I say just run the gauntlet.” The linguist continued with the simultaneous translation and at Webb’s suggestion Harm nodded in agreement. “When do we leave?” Sturgis asked. Harm listened intently. “We leave the hotel in half and hour.” =================================== 1222 LOCAL BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL The nurses in the hallway parted in an imitation of the Red Sea as Colonel Sarah Mackenzie came through. She knew EXACTLY where she was headed. The door to Harm’s room burst open and she came face to face with Trish, the Roberts, Chedwiggens, Turners and Webb. As the door burst open all eyes turned to lock onto her. The tableau was broken “Mac!” Harm shouted. As one; all eyes swung to face Harm. “He doesn’t remember a blasted thing but he remembers her.” AJ marveled. “…and you are surprised sir?” Sturgis asked. “With these two? I’m beyond that.” AJ confessed as he watched. “Mac!” Harm repeated in Farsi. “You are real. You are real!” Mac was taken aback. Harm could barley handle English yet here he was in fluent Farsi. She lapsed into the language and moved to his side, the group moved to let her pass. “Harm. I … Oh Lord Harm I thought you were dead! In fact we all thought you were dead!” He frowned “Harm? I am not harmed I can assure you.” She chuckled “Your name is Harmon Rabb Jr. and we call you Harm for short. Well actually SECNAV used to call you Harmful but that’s another story.” She couldn’t help herself as she ran her hand first through his hair then over his cheek and finally down his arm. He relaxed. Her touch was so gentle and loving. As she began to pull away he grabbed her hand and held on. “I am called Ossama.” He grinned and Mac melted. Much had changed but that flyboy grin had emerged intact. “Are you my wife?” Mac burst out laughing. Webb had had enough. “Ok Mac give.” “Did you just tell him his name?” Harriett asked. “Not to mention SECNAV’s nickname for him?” Mac snapped out their little world “Where is the translator?!” she demanded. “He had to return to Afghanistan.” Sturgis explained. “You telling me he has been here all this time cut off!” She began to seethe. AJ headed her off. “You’re here now so talk to us.” She began translating. “He goes by the name of Ossama.” “That we knew!” Webb told her. “We want more.” “Then you’ll have to wait until I say you can get more.” A new voice said. “I’m Dr. Ruben. First there are too many of you in here. Second I don’t want my patient overwhelmed or pressured and that is what is happening here. I want two people in here at a time. So decide and the rest of you … out!” “That will be his mother and Mac.” AJ’s tone brokered no argument. As everyone else filed out Harm tugged on Mac, she turned to him. “I think that this woman is my mother.” He said. “She is.” Mac assured him. “Can you say mom in English?” He focused remembering the scene on the balcony. “Mooom” He tried. “Again.” Mac encouraged in Farsi. “But don’t drag the word.” “Mom.” He got out. “OH!” Trish was overwhelmed. She had been since the midnight phone call but coming face to face with Harm and the entire situation was too much and now this. “Mac she’s crying! Did I do something wrong?” Harm was as distraught as his mother. “It’s all right. It has been a trying time for her. For all of us.” Mac assured him. “The emotions overpower.” “It has been a trying time for you too?” He asked. She paused then admitted. “For me too.” The doctor returned with the Secretary of the Navy in tow. “Short and sweet sir.” SECNAV nodded and stepped forward. “Mrs. Burnette.” He acknowledged “SO! Rabb I see we have you back safe and sound.” Mac translated. “Colonel!” “Sir!” “Until further notice you are TAD to JAG with the special assignment of Rabb. Seems that not only do you have a special link to the man.” He stared at the hands mutually entangled “But you speak the lingo. Do as the Doctor orders.” With that he left. “Well.” Trish said. “Well.” Mac echoed. “Well.” Harm added. Mac smiled as the English word popped out. “I am beginning to understand more and more of this language.” He explained. “But having spoken Farsi exclusively for the last eight years I may not be able to say the words properly.” “Understood.” “You did not answer me. Are you my wife?” he hoped she was. “No.” She said gently and sadly. He picked up on the emotion. “… but we are close?” “We were.” Trish coughed they may not be speaking English but she recognized the signs of intimacy when she saw it. “If you will excuse me I need some coffee.” “Kof he?” Harm tried in English. Mac translated. “Ah.” He understood and nodded. When the door closed he continued. “… but we are close?” “Yes.” Mac was beginning to feel uncomfortable. This man looked like Harm and there was the smile but there were changes too. She’d never known him to be this persistent on emotional matters. “There is something wrong.” He stated. She wanted to pull away but his grip on her was firm. She tried to change the topic. “So do we call you Harm or Ossama?” He didn’t answer for suddenly he had a revelation they were on a boat. “I heard that during the Millennium celebration this bridge was completely covered in Roman Candles with the word Eternity." Mac responded "Is that how long we are going to wait?" “E – turn – e – ty.” He spoke in English. Mac froze. “Oh God.” She breathed of all the memories to pop up it HAD to be that one. Harm’s grip tightened. The visions were coming thick and fast. [FLASHBACK] Harm: Mac, you have someone who will always love you. Mac: And you have somebody that loves you. + + + Mac: I don't know why we couldn't work things out with us Harm. So where does that leave us? Harm: I don't know Mac at the end I guess Mac: How about back at the beginning. + + + Mac (under the mistletoe): Awkward moment number 310 (They kiss.) [END OF FLASHBACK] Mac was worried she stood and pressed the buzzer. Soon a nurse entered. “Yes?” “I’m fine.” Harm told Mac. “Tell her I am fine. It was just a dream.” “You’re sure?” Mac was still concerned. He nodded. Mac conveyed his message and the nurse left. “What dream!” She demanded. “I have had dreams but now I think they are memories. This how I know my mother and Sturgis and you. Now that I am here in America and with you they are coming faster and faster.” “…and that is what happened now?” she sat but he still held onto her hand. “Yes.” “I see.” She didn’t press. “Don’t you want to know?” he asked. “If you want to tell.” “You are an amazing woman, the women I know would all press to have me share.” He complimented her. She blushed. He continued. “My memories show me that we have been through much together. How long have we known each other?” “Before you left we had been friends for seven years.” “You say friends.” “Because that is what we were… are best friends.” He frowned. “In all this time I have never told you that I love you?” He asked. Mac almost chocked. “No.” She managed to say. “Then I can only conclude that this Harmon Rabb is a fool.” “You do realize that YOU are Harmon Rabb.” Mac pointed out. “Indeed. Then I am a fool.” He repeated. “I have but a very small part of my memories in place yet I can tell there is more between us that this friendship you describe.” He sat up. Mac was caught off guard. “Hey!” The clutched hands finally broke apart. “I have lost fifteen years…” “Fifteen?” She cut across. “Seven with you and eight away.” He did the maths. “I ask you Sarah.” He paused. “Sarah?” “That’s my name.” She clarified. “Sarah Mackenzie hence Mac.” “See!” He was triumphant “More of the memory returns. “So I ask… do you love me too?” “Too?” She dodged. “I apologise for the long time it took but I believe that despite all that has happened there is evidence to prove that I love you. And on the off chance that my actions are misinterpreted let me say that I love you. Do you love me?” Mac had no idea how they had got to this point so fast. But there they were. “Yes.” She said and was rewarded with the flyboy grin. Then he leaned toward her and kissed her. The electricity flowed between them seven years of working together and not being together followed by eight years of not knowing of his fate all conspired to manifest in that one moment when they touched. Finally they pulled apart. They didn’t hear Trish return in time to witness the end of the kiss and to hear him struggle to say. “I luv oou” He got out in English. “As I told you before son. Quite the girl isn’t she?” “Mom.” He smiled and held out his hand to her. For no reason Mac would ever be able to explain the fantasy that she had been taking part in ended. She landed with a bump as reality struck. It was like a bucket of cold water and she stepped back in horror. “What is is?” Trish asked as she saw the horror on Mac’s face. The younger woman gulped and looked from son to mother and back like a deer stuck in headlights of a fast approaching vehicle. “Mac!” Harm was scared. “I’m married.” She whispered. And to make sure that they both understood she used both languages. “Married!” Trish automatically looked at Mac’s left hand there was no ring or tan line to indicate the absence of one. “Married!” Harm was as horrified as Mac had just been. “I am confused. You say you love me...” “I do!” She cut across him. “Yet you are married.” He accused. “You are an adulterer.” Mac reared up as though she’d been slapped. This was going too far. “… and so what! You are about to have me stoned for a kiss!” She demanded. “I have been assigned to you COMMANDER rest assured your immortal soul and MINE will not compromised. Trish watched the drama play out not understanding the words but understanding the play as Mac stormed out. She just looked at Harm who looked back. =================================== CHEDWIGGEN’S RESIDENCE MC LEAN, VIRGINIA 1980 LOCAL AJ Chedwiggen was home early to the surprise and delight of his wife. She took one look at him and decided that maybe being home early wasn’t such a good thing. He dumped his case and covers on the nearest chair and grumbled “Evening.” “Well hello to you too.” She said as he breezed by her without even the usual kiss. Yep something was up. She waited. With this amount of seething going on he’d soon break. He emerged with two glasses in his hand and glared at his wife. Sydney sat on a chair and looked back at him calmly. He downed the first drink in one gulp and the collapsed onto the sofa opposite her. “She did it again.” He growled. “Who SECNAV?” She asked. “MAC!” He roared. Sydney was confused. “Mac? What are you on about.” “She got married and not a blessed soul knew!” he was fuming. Sydney in her confusion latched on to one word. “AGAIN? She’s been married before?” “Yes and hid it the same way. She was married to some bum … what was his name again? Ryan? No Regale. That’s it Ragle.” Sydney waited there was more she was sure. She was right. “Ended up killing the SOB. One way to end a marriage.” He took a deep drink from the second glass. “What does she do after that? Nearly marries Brumby manages to loose Rabb and now is MARRIED to God knows who!” “You mean you don’t know who she is married to?” “I mean I didn’t know she was married, don’t know for how long and don’t know to whom.” Somehow even if he wasn’t the CO at JAG the antics of his former staff always struck home. “AJ you are a fool.” Sydney concluded. He glared at her. “She married Webb!” “Webb!” He sneered. “Webb.” Sydney was confident in her assumption. “They have the bond of the loss of Harm. They were on the search together and every JAG affair he has escorted her. Even to Frank’s funeral.” “OK assuming that what you say is true. Why the secret?” “Habit. Webb is CIA – Mac could become his Achilles heel. And as for Mac you have already shown me that she is not in the habit of announcing her marital status to anyone. Even you.” “Webb and Mac.” He accepted her thesis. “Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.” He drained his glass. =================================== The next six months were some of the most difficult that Mac had ever had to face. Her coming to terms with her father paled in comparison. That had been two days. This … this was never ending! First there was getting Harm a place to stay. She had tried for his old place but that was on lease and he didn’t like any other place. He just seemed fixated on the loft. So they went back and the Rabb luck kicked in as the tenant had to vacate due to a job transfer. The house hunt had taken a month. During that time they had been in session with a speech therapist. Every day the saga unfolded. “I don’t see why I have to be here.” Mac grumbled. “Orders.” Harm always replied. “I am a speech therapist in English any complicated concepts need to be conveyed in Farsi.” The Therapist repeated without thinking. “Grrr.” From Mac usually ended the topic. Then there were his memories. He didn’t know which was real from dream and her idea of a good time was not explaining Rene Peterson to him. The best part of the whole ordeal was the law. With every day that went by he remembered more and he became more independent. Soon she’d be back at the Pentagon and her life there. =================================== SIX MONTHS LATER 2305 LOCAL THE WEBBS’ RESIDENCE Mac sat curled up on their bed. One pillow propping her up and another she hugged. Webb had just returned from a mission and she watched him undress. “Webb.” “Mmmm” “When last did we make love?” she asked. “Three days before they found Rabb.” Came the instant reply. He never missed a beat and continued to undress. Silence ensued as Mac contemplated the response. As her husband climbed into bed and prepared not to reach for her but for the bedside lamp she said. “This is not working.” “No! You think?” he replied. “Be serious Webb.” “I am.” He assured her. “I’ve been thinking about it since Rabb got back and I watched you with him at Bethesda. I just haven’t been able to do what is needed.” “And that is?” “I want a divorce.” He stated. Mac’s jaw slackened. She sat looking at Webb with her mouth open. He reached over, placed his had on her chin and closed her mouth. She came to life. “Divorce!” “Consider it my gift of freedom to you.” “Freedom.” She breathed. “Why Webb? We can work this out that is what couples do they work on the relationship.” “The relationship we have Mac is one of friendship. We gravitated to each other because of Rabb. He is the one that you have always wanted…” He stopped her before she could protest. “Mac you were engaged to Brumby when you followed him to Chechnya not to mention you are the one who found him in the Atlantic Ocean. They still talk about that one at SAR. This is for the best. I’ll move out tomorrow.” “No.” she sighed. “This is your place. I moved in I’ll be the one to move out.” “You sure?” “Yes. The lease on my old place hasn’t run out yet. I’ll move back there.” “I’m sorry Mac.” “So am I.” =================================== THREE MONTH’S LATER MC MURPHY’S 1908 LOCAL Sturgis stood with a beer in his hand. It was too early to meet Bobbie and for some reason he was alone at the bar but for the glass in his hand, despite the fact that as usual the place was packed with Military persons. He took a swig and as he swallowed Webb walked in. “Webb.” Sturgis acknowledged the CIA Agent. “Turner.” He replied in the same tone. “This is not your usual haunt. Slumming it?” “Something like that.” He signaled the barman and ordered. “Black Russian – double.” Sturgis studied the man. “Wanna talk about it?” Webb didn’t answer at first. He was getting old. In his younger days he’d have sneered at the offer but now? The drink arrived. “Sure.” “Over here.” Sturgis picked a secluded table. They sat and Sturgis waited. If Webb wanted to talk he was there if not well he was there too. Finally Webb spoke. “I don’t understand women.” Sturgis didn’t know if to laugh or cry. “You’re serious! That is what is bothering you?” Webb elaborated. “Mac wants Harm. Harm wants Mac. She’s divorces that means they are both free so WHAT is the problem?” Now Sturgis understood. “What is it about that woman that seems to turn grown men into mush?” “Brave, beauty and brains all wrapped in a Colonel’s uniform that has only served to enhance her beauty.” Webb swallowed the drink in one and signaled the barman for another of the same. Sturgis chose to ignore the observation, he wasn’t blind or immune, Mac had always been a walking danger, and without trying or knowing she exuded sex appeal. Instead he said. “Harm has become a devout Muslim and unless you had different vows Mac’s wedding vows probably ended with <> In the eyes of both faiths Mac is still a married woman.” “Surely you jest.” Webb was horrified at what he had just heard. “It’s just a theory. For all I know they could be in bed as we speak and putting up a front for you and me.” Sturgis replied. “Maybe.” Webb said. “Maybe.” “Why the concern anyway. You divorced her so give it up.” “Do you and I see the same woman? I just want her to be happy. That’s all.” Sturgis snorted, “THAT… my friend is her concern and not yours.” He looked at his watch. “Have to go. You ok?” “Yeah! Yeah!” Webb assured him. “Thanks.” “Glad to help.” =================================== 1390 LOCAL JAG CONFERENCE ROOM Mac was in a heated debate with Harm over a legal point. As heated debates went they had long deviated from the main point and were quoting various cases in support of their respective positions and the cases quoted had no relevance anymore. “I think my work here is done, Commander.” Mac smiled. “Not only do you speak English you speak legal too and argue efficiently in both too.” “I couldn’t have done it with out your assistance.” He acknowledged. Then he saw him. “Webb!” Mac’s head swung in the direction of the greeting. “Webb. What brings you here?” “I had no difficulty finding you two. The whole building can hear you.” Mac blushed in horror. A Petty Officer entered the room. “Begging pardon ma’am the Admiral is calling for you.” “No doubt to ask about the decibel levels.” Webb quipped as Mac stood to leave. Webb watched Harm as the man watched Mac walk away. The emotion and the need were etched over his face in a raw state for any to see. Webb looked away self-conscious by what he saw. In the meantime Harm was contemplating. I need to get away from here! But first Webb, he cleared his throat. “Yes Webb?” When he looked back Harm’s mask was back in place. “The information you gave us in the de-briefing panned out. We got El Camaleon.” Harm raised an eyebrow. “El Camaleon – The Pretender.” Webb translated. “That’s who we were after? Not to mention that after all this time the information was useful?” Harm was surprised. “We had no idea who we were after but it seems that the information was still valid. So getting taken across the border had its use in the end.” Webb stood to leave. “Webb.” Harm stopped him. “You could have phoned that in.” “Yes I could.” And on that note he left. + + + Harm had made up his mind and headed for Sturgis’s office. As he crossed the bullpen he noticed that Mac’s office was empty. Hollow. He stopped Bud. “Bud where is Colonel Mackenzie?” “Scuttlebutt has it that she’s been recalled to the Pentagon.” Bud informed him. “Thanks.” He continued onto the JAG’s Office. Half an hour later he stepped out with what he had asked for. =================================== 2009 LOCAL MAC’S APARTMENT Mac peeped through the spy hole in her door and sighed. She opened the door and there stood Harm with a pizza in his hand. “Seemed like the thing to do. The man suggested a half and half.” She chuckled “The man knows. Come on in.” He followed her through to the kitchen. The position had its advantages. She was barefoot with a long flowing shirt and a tight top. Temptation! He placed the pizza down and lifted the cover. The smell instantly took over the kitchen. “Plates.” She said as she reached for the shelf. Harm’s resolve broke. With two steps he was standing behind her. He slipped his arm around her now exposed waist for she was reaching. The suddenness of the move caused her to stumble but he had a firm grip on her. She turned and came face to face with his hunger. Harm lowered his head and kissed her. She didn’t have to be told twice, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. “Oh Mac Allah forgive me but I love you so!” He said in Farsi. Somehow his speaking in another language made the statement all the more serious. She replied in a similar manner. “Then we will burn in hell together.” “No!” He returned to English and disentangled himself. “No?” She echoed. “I came to tell you that I am leaving. Not to seduce you.” He explained. “Well!” She stood to her full height. “Then this is goodbye the.” "Why goodbye and not good luck?" he asked. "Didn't I say that to you when I was stupid enough to leave JAG?" Mac reminded him. He remembered, "Yes, you did." "You said you were happy for me." “That's different you were in love." Oh yes he remembered! "And you're not?" "What does love have to do with anything?" Mac turned in pain. "Hey" Harm was worried she was crying. He reached over and wiped the tears from her face. “Want me to water you plants for you?" "I don't have any plants." Some things never changed. "I have so much I want to say to you, I just can't find the words." How could she face him leaving again? "I know" he reached over and they hugged. "Damn you, why am I the only one crying?" she sniffed. “Cause I have cried already.” “Where are you going?” She inquired. “The USS Enterprise and I promise not to go six months with no contact.” She chuckled “Oh your memories are back all right.” “Yes.” He was sober. “I must leave.” She could only nod. =================================== 0109 LOCAL MAC’S APARTMENT Mac groped in the dark for the phone. “I’m a Colonel in the US Marine Corps. This had better be good or I’ll break your bones.” She grumbled into the phone. =================================== 0113 LOCAL HARM’S APARTMENT “Rabb!” He said into the phone. “Harm its Mac. Sorry to wake you.” “Its ok I wasn’t sleeping what’s up.” He assured her. Her voice cracked. “Harm I need you.” He heard the desperation in her voice and knew this was not a sex play. “I’m on my way.” Came the instant reply. + + + One must be able to appreciate the small miracles with the mighty and that morning Harm was given the miracle he needed. He encountered not one red light and arrived at Mac’s door in record time. He took the stairs two at a time and banged on the door. “Mac!” He called. The door flung open instantly. She was fully dressed with keys in hand. “Bethesda.” Was all she said. + + + Again he was given a green wave, but that was the last of the miracles. Mac burst into the quiet A&E “Where is he!” she demanded of the first nurse she encountered. “Who?” “My husband!” Mac was desperate. She moved to the front desk and gripped another nurse “Clayton Webb he was brought in here!” Having parked Harm now entered and saw the tableau. “Easy Mac.” He disentangled the two as a doctor walked up. “Colonel Mackenzie?” She pounced. “Yes. Where is my husband!” some how she had managed to forget that they were divorced. “This way please.” The doctor led her away. Once in the office even Harm could take the wait no more. “Enough with the suspense Doc. Is Clayton Webb here or not!” The doctor gulped. “Clayton Webb passed away at 0201 Local time from a gun shot wound.” Harm asked the unaskable “Suicide?” “Murder.” Came the reply. Mac collapsed. + + + Harm received special dispensation to remain long enough for the funeral of Clayton Webb. The members of JAG paid their respects to his mother who had managed to outlive both her husband and now her son. Memories were all that sustained the group now. [FLASHBACK] Harm: Pigeons Webb: Pigeons? Harm: Pigeons... it's mating season. Sex is a full-contact sport if you are a pigeon. + + + Harm: Taking the blame Webb? Webb: If I hadn't involved the Marines my ass couldn't be hanging over a very large chasm. No offence Major Mac: None taken. I hang a lot of Asses in my profession + + + Harm closely scrutinizes the clip of the gun. Mac: What are you doing? Harm: Last time Webb handed me a weapon, he put a transmitter in it. + + + AJ: Did you expect this? Webb: What, somebody taking over the embassy? Of course not! AJ: If you did, your ass is mine. + + + Mac: "You don’t even know my size" Webb: "36-24-26, 5.8, plus 130 pounds" Mac: "120 Thank you very much!" + + + Webb: What happened to your dress? That’s Government property. Mac: So bill me. [END OF FLASHBACK] All too soon the funeral and gathering was over. Harm was deployed to the Pacific and Mac had never felt so alone in all her life. =================================== SIX MONTHS LATER THE PENTAGON - CONFERENCE ROOM – 101 2100 LOCAL Mac was engrossed in preparations. She had an important presentation the next day at 1300 and she needed all to be perfect. She was like a hen on eggs. Being alone in the large room she let her minds wander as she double-checked the equipment. A plug wasn’t in properly and she bent over to correct the problem. “That is some view Colonel.” A familiar masculine voice observed. “Wa salaam aleikhum.” She came up swiftly and stared. Harm dropped his duffle bag and headed for her. They met midway across the room. He scooped her up in his arms and started a kiss that seemed to have no end. She in turn returned the kiss with equal fervor. Finally. “Aleikhum wa salaam.” She replied. “I didn’t expect you till next week!” then added hastily “Not that I’m complaining … no sir!” “Sorry about that. We docked two hours ago and I only just got off.” Harm apologized. “And I came straight to you.” He leaned against a chair not releasing his grasp on her. “As it should be.” She teased. “Welcome back Captain.” A voice greeted. “Thought I saw you enter here.” “Ma’am!” The two Officers snapped to. “Captain?” Mac asked the Secretary of the Navy. “I think I’m within my bounds to let you know today what you will know tomorrow.” She smiled. “Carry on.” “CAPTAIN! I made Captain!” He squealed with joy. “Had it not been for your little adventure you’d be an Admiral by now.” Mac pointed out. “Marry me.” He asked suddenly. “Excuse me?” Harm had this knack of coming at her out of the blue. “You heard me. We are both free to marry. Let us do so before fate conspires against us.” He was serious. But Mac had been married twice, widowed twice and engaged once she was not about to marry in haste and repent at leisure. She disentangled herself. “Under which faith?” Her legal brain began to whirl. “You are a devout Muslim and though I am a Catholic I understand only too well the ways of Islam.” She had just begun to warm up. “I’m western born and raised and I expect to be an equal in a marriage will you give me that?” “Wow!” he gaped. “You’ve been thinking about this haven’t you?” She shrugged “I think about YOU Harm and this is who you are now. It is not my intension to have a third marriage go down the toilet. That would too much even for me.” “True I follow the ways of Islam now but I too am western born and raised. We have the advantage of also understanding the faith of the other in a way not many couples do. Marry me Mac I don’t care who marries us. There is but one God. If the Imam objects then I will beg you to repeat the vows in Islam but say where and when and I’ll be there.” She struck her chest. “Is that not blasphemy?” “I remember almost forfeiting my soul over a pizza.” He pointed out. “For you and your love Mac I’ll do anything you ask.” “You know you have matured significantly.” “Told you that that Harmon Rabb was a fool.” He reminded her “… I intend to do better.” “You are. You are.” “Marry me Mac.” He repeated this time he pulled out a ring. “Now whose been planning and scheming.” “Maaac.” He drawled. “Yes… but we must have a ceremony. I think if I elope Admiral Chedwiggen will have my Oakes.” =================================== FIVE MONTHS LATER SOMEWHERE IN THE IRANIAN MOUNTAINS Mustafa came running. “Sophia! Yousif! Ossama is back!!! Ossama is back!!!” Shouting for the couple he informed the whole village in the process. By the time Harm arrived the village was out in full force. Sophia could contain herself no longer and enveloped him in a bear hug. “Ossama! Allah be praised!!!” “Sophia, Yousif I want you to meet Mac.” “Mac! You found her.” Yousif reached for Mac. “Blessed be.” Mac smiled and found herself in a similar hug. “Wa salaam aleikhum.” “Aleikhum wa salaam.” Sophia was pleasantly surprised. “You speak Farsi?” “I do.” Mac assured her. “… and I speak English so now we speak in two languages.” Harm chuckled. “And I did go to Mecca.” “I knew you would for it is the will of Allah. But I am curious, tell me Ossama – who is Mac?” Mac, Sophia and Yousif waited for his reply. “My best friend. Even when she was not here with me she guided me and now she is my wife.” END